Chapter 11
Skirting the wall next to the closed door, I search for a light switch but all I can feel is textured wallpaper. I keep moving until I bump into a piece of furniture of some sort. My eyes haven’t adjusted to the pitch black in here and it’s disorienting. Just as I’m about to reach into my corset and retrieve my phone, the door creaks open allowing in a sliver of light before it shuts loudly plunging the room into complete darkness again.
Standing still for a moment, a shiver of fear prickles my spine, the ominous feeling so foreign yet so familiar. I can’t sense anyone else in here with me, surely if I had entered a room that was in use to the party guests, someone would have said something by now.
Turning ever so slowly and hoping the opening and closing of the door was just my imagination, I pivot on my heels when a dull flash of light illuminates the far corner of the room. A split second vision of a balaclava flashes before my eyes and I suck in a shaky breath.
“Is that you, football jersey? This isn’t funny,” I say into the dark void.
Heart thrumming in my chest and hands shaking in fear, I place my palms against the wall behind me. Stepping back into it, I turn around ready to find the door handle and flee. I’m too afraid to move straight away, worrying I’ll alert the asshole in here with me of what I’m up to. Stepping to the right ever so slowly, my hand grips the door handle and I turn it, hoping to all that is holy that it doesn’t squeak like in every fucking horror movie I’ve ever watched.
Sweat beads on the back of my neck as I pull the door open but just as I’m about to step through the threshold and run for my life, I’m hauled backward by my Rosary beads. Losing my footing I stumble back, my hands instantly grabbing at my throat clawing at the beads strangling me. A ghastly choked noise escapes my constricted throat, something resembling a tortured dying racoon. My fingers try to grip the fucking Rosary beads that I now wish I never wore.
I’m saved from falling on my ass as I slam into a muscled body. It’s like hitting a solid brick wall. The Rosary beads loosen and I gasp for air but before I can muster up the brain power to scream, his large hand clamps down over my mouth rendering me speechless. Struggling against him to try to free myself, I manage to get restrained even more when his free arm circles around my midsection and pins both my arms against my stomach.
“Hello, Sunshine.” His barely whispered words make my skin crawl.
It’s him. I know it’s him. Ice cold dread floods my bloodstream.
Whimpering against his hand, I struggle in his grip losing my footing, but he holds me tight against his front, not allowing me to fall. My eyes dart around pointlessly as the whole room is as dark as the shades of hell and I can’t see shit.
With me firmly pressed against him, he walks us to the edge of the bed and I can feel the soft material of the blanket brush against my legs. A vast contrast to the scratchy material of my tutu.
Without warning he spins me to face him, gripping my wrists behind my back and pulling my head back with the Rosary beads which feel like they’re about to cut my airway off. Before I can mutter a single noise his warm lips crash against my mouth. His tongue dances against mine and I almost forget who he is as the kiss is rough, raw and all sorts of fucking wrong. Somehow, I can’t help but kiss him back.
Arousal stirs somewhere deep within my soul, heightened by my desperate need for air. His mouth doesn’t let up, punishing my lips with his vicious need to consume me. Blinking rapidly, white flecks dance across my eyes as the beads around my throat tighten and his lips work their depraved magic on mine. My senses are on overload from his brutality and sensual touch. My fear coils around my sudden desire for the need to be eaten alive by this man, a stranger that has been watching me and following me for months. He’s evoking unease and terror from me while also scratching at the dormant part of me that needs to be cherished and feel like I belong, like I’m wanted. Something I have been craving my whole life.
Before I pass out from lack of oxygen, his lips are gone as fast as they appeared, and he throws me hard against the bed making me bounce and gasp desperately for air. He’s on top of me at once and I press my palms into his chest in an attempt to push him off.
“Help!” I scream before I’m rendered speechless again from his large hand covering my mouth. His fingers flex against my skin.
His full weight rests on top of me as I wriggle against him and kick at his legs, hoping my pointy heels do some damage.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Scream again and I’ll have to hurt you.” His gruff voice vibrates against my skin and sounds as though he has a device to change the tone. It comes though almost scratchy and mechanical, reminding me of Bane from The Dark Knight Rises.
Tears well in my eyes as the enormity of the situation settles on me. Scratching at his back, I feel his skin under my fingernails and I hope I make him bleed. I hope I scar his back for all to see. I want to mark him like he’s about to mark my entire existence.
He hisses, chuckling against my neck and it pisses me off. “Stop. Please, stop,” I mumble into his hand and try to shake my head from side to side. His firm hold keeps my head still as the rough material from his balaclava irritates the delicate skin on my neck.
Slapping at his face, I try to fight him off but all that does is make him breathe out the sexiest sounding groan I’ve ever heard. His hand over my mouth disappears, grabbing both my wrists in his strong grip, he wraps the Rosary beads around my wrists, binding them tightly together.
“Fuck off, get off me!” I shriek into the void. I doubt anyone can hear me screaming over the loud music from the party.
Running his fingers through my tears, he tries to console me. “Shh. I told you I’ll hurt you if you scream,” he coos, reaching between us and unzipping his pants. I can feel the brush of his fingers against my panties and I choke back a sob.
My wrists burn from the tight restraints, the beads dig into my skin and no doubt leave marks. He holds my bound arms above my head, and I can’t do anything to get free from his tight grip.
“Please, stop,” I whimper against him as my heart thunders in my chest.
His weight lifts off me as he sits up between my legs, still restraining my arms. “You’re trembling.” He traces his fingertips between my breasts and places his palm against my chest to feel my heartbeat. “I can feel your soft thigh quivering against me. Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt too much,” he whispers, depravity coating his every word.
More tears escape and run over my cheeks, dampening the mattress under me. I try to struggle against him, but his hand holds me firmly in place and my arms are immobile above my head. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It was meant to be Rome. A cry wracks my body when I feel his hands tear my panties off. The burn of the material scorches my skin until it breaks free.
Tensing up when he presses the tip of his cock against my opening, I try to clench my legs closed but he’s positioned perfectly between them. He moves his body so he’s laying on top of me again, his face pressed against the side of mine.
“I’m going to hurt you now.” His words ring in my ears, dancing in my subconscious.
“Please, don’t,” I choke as he slowly pushes his cock into me. The pinching and stinging sensation burns like a mother fucker and I cry out in pain when he’s all the way in. “Fuck,” I whimper before his large hand comes down hard on my mouth making it hard to breathe.
Moving slowly out, he drives his cock into me with such a force I think I’m going to split in half. The agony is almost unbearable as he picks up his rhythm and pounds my pussy. I can feel the wetness between us and I know it’s my blood. I feel the warmth of it smear over my thighs as he slows his movements and moves his hips to hit me at a different angle.
“You’re doing so good, taking all of me at once, Sunshine,” he whispers roughly against my ear. His voice sounds gravelly.
I struggle under him, needing the pain to stop. The sharp sting as he drives into me slowly numbs as his movements quicken. He takes what he wants with my legs spread for him and my arms above my head. A warmth of a different kind starts to build at the base of my spine as he rocks against my clit. The repeated motion makes my pussy respond in a way I don’t want it to. I do all I can not to grind against him, to chase my own fucked up release.
The mental fight I’m having with myself is losing as my body takes over and starts to respond to his touch. He lets go of my wrists and grabs my leg, hitching it up to get deeper. I can’t stop myself, but my body moves in time with his, finding a pleasurable rhythm as my tears stain my cheeks.
“Holy fuck, please stop,” I choke against his palm as I struggle under him.
“Shh, you’re doing so good,” his darkened whisper brushes against my ear. He shifts, and I feel the material of the balaclava move against my skin and I realize he’s taking it off.
“Please,” I breathe heavily, not knowing what I’m wanting to ask him.
He moves his hand slightly. “Please, what, Sunshine?” He licks from the base of my throat to my ear all the while continuing his punishing rhythm on my swollen pussy.
I can feel myself tightening around his huge cock and the building pressure inside me is about to explode. I move my arms to try to push him off but he grabs my hands roughly, wrapping my bound wrists around his neck. It’s too intimate and I thrash under his body trying to get him out of me. My tear stained cheeks hide the torment of my desire to come around his dick. I fight my body with everything I have, not wanting this sick fuck to think I’m enjoying him deep inside me.
“That’s it, baby, use me for your release.” His heavy breaths kiss my neck as I come undone around his dick.
Sobs wrack my body from the overstimulation and foreign feelings inside me. Squeezing my eyes shut so I can pretend I’m anywhere but here as I come down from my intense orgasm. My chest heaves under his weight and I try to suck in as much air as I can.
“Fuck,” he hisses into my neck and pulls out, jumping off me suddenly. He disappears as quickly and as silently as he appeared, slamming the door shut after him. His fake voice rings in my ears in the silence as I’m left to pick up my shattered and satiated pieces.